“Holy shit! Did you just see that piano fall right behind us,” I said very frantically to Jacob.
“Huh…what? What did you say? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry,” Jacob said with lots of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream all over his sun burnt face.
“A piano just fell from that building and landed right behind us. We could’ve been killed!”
Jacob turned around to look at the wreckage of the baby grand behind us, then turned back to me and just said simply and eloquently, “Oh,…yes…I see. Wow, that’s pretty funny. How’s your ice cream?” he said as he continued walking down the sidewalk.
I couldn’t even believe that he didn’t even care that we almost got crushed by a piano. That stuff only happens in cartoons where the reaction involves bulging eyes and characters becoming stiff as Popsicle sticks and falling to the ground. But that’s Jacob, he just isn’t fazed by near death experiences and is always escapes random occurrences like a piano falling from a building. He is the Road Runner to Fate’s Wylie E. Coyote.
“Jacob, why do you not care that we almost got crushed by a piano?” I asked very curiously and annoyed as to how he could be so nonchalant all the time. He’s my best friend, but sometimes it gets kind of frustrating to be around someone so laid back all the time.
He stopped walking, turned around, and put his hand on my shoulder. “Well, Sammy, we didn’t get crushed by a piano, although that would’ve been kind of funny, but we’re okay. It’s a beautiful day; we’re eating ice cream and walking down the street. I just got some new shoes and they look pretty sweet. I’m not going to let a piano falling from a building ruin this glorious day. It’s just not worth it to worry about the ‘What if’s?’ because that’s all they will ever be. So stop dwelling and let’s move on with the day.”
I thought about what he said for a moment, and then I looked back at the fallen instrument. It was in complete shambles and the sidewalk was painted with mixtures of black and white all over it, even some of it pouring out into the street. All of a sudden I started to laugh. We just cheated death by piano, how lucky we were. Death by piano would’ve been an interesting thing to put in an obituary.
“What’s so funny?” Jacob asked still devouring his frozen treat. “Death by piano. Thank god we moved in time…that would’ve been sad. Who dies by piano?” I said still laughing. “See Sammy boy, you’ve joined my side. Now let’s keep moving. I need to break in my new shoes.” -JAW
“Holy shit! Did you just see that piano fall right behind us,” I said very frantically to Jacob.
“Huh…what? What did you say? I wasn’t paying attention, sorry,” Jacob said with lots of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream all over his sun burnt face.
“A piano just fell from that building and landed right behind us. We could’ve been killed!”
Jacob turned around to look at the wreckage of the baby grand behind us, then turned back to me and just said simply and eloquently, “Oh,…yes…I see. Wow, that’s pretty funny. How’s your ice cream?” he said as he continued walking down the sidewalk.
I couldn’t even believe that he didn’t even care that we almost got crushed by a piano. That stuff only happens in cartoons where the reaction involves bulging eyes and characters becoming stiff as Popsicle sticks and falling to the ground. But that’s Jacob, he just isn’t fazed by near death experiences and is always escapes random occurrences like a piano falling from a building. He is the Road Runner to Fate’s Wylie E. Coyote.
“Jacob, why do you not care that we almost got crushed by a piano?” I asked very curiously and annoyed as to how he could be so nonchalant all the time. He’s my best friend, but sometimes it gets kind of frustrating to be around someone so laid back all the time.
He stopped walking, turned around, and put his hand on my shoulder. “Well, Sammy, we didn’t get crushed by a piano, although that would’ve been kind of funny, but we’re okay. It’s a beautiful day; we’re eating ice cream and walking down the street. I just got some new shoes and they look pretty sweet. I’m not going to let a piano falling from a building ruin this glorious day. It’s just not worth it to worry about the ‘What if’s?’ because that’s all they will ever be. So stop dwelling and let’s move on with the day.”
I thought about what he said for a moment, and then I looked back at the fallen instrument. It was in complete shambles and the sidewalk was painted with mixtures of black and white all over it, even some of it pouring out into the street. All of a sudden I started to laugh. We just cheated death by piano, how lucky we were. Death by piano would’ve been an interesting thing to put in an obituary.
“What’s so funny?” Jacob asked still devouring his frozen treat. “Death by piano. Thank god we moved in time…that would’ve been sad. Who dies by piano?” I said still laughing. “See Sammy boy, you’ve joined my side. Now let’s keep moving. I need to break in my new shoes.” -JAW